Bring ya down like Im a needle in a hay stack   Tricks or Treat   Return Im the funky ass   Stinks from dead bodies   Yo we party until our heads smash   My nuts still hurt    From Saggin and Draggin   Laggin in the race   Yo chase ended crashin   Trigger to my house   Go left   To my bedroom   Suddenly hear the screams   Singing from the cell   Dooms the day you pray   Because Im commin for yo throat   Im gonna hold ya like you trying to hold me   Yeah ya know   A Madman madbam madtime to see ya   Who peeked through the peep holes   I Kill ya   Blow up yo shit   And ya sucka bitch   Don't make a move   And get da fuk out of da House of Krazees grove   'cause I be at like crack to you skull with my hand   Piss on the sheet its the return of da madman   Second shout of the madman so whatcha wanna do   I come correct and choke ya now victum    One of the three man crew   What to do   You saw my face and know my name   Its all the same   I got the wounds I feel no pain   Rules of the game   Ruthless motherfuker like John Gotty   I told ya about witching hour   And how I love'ta burn da bodies   Oh shit man   I think Im losing my mind   Im one of the looniest mothafukas of all man kind   I heard that killas don't talk   You know I ain't saying shit   Come take a motherfucking walk with me bitch   To my house bitch   'cause you know it's just around the corner   Two shots to your dome mothafuker    And your a gonna   Never again dissay and the son of sand   Keep a watch over ya back   It's the return of the madman   Return of the madman   Back up in dat ass   Bitch you tought you could play the crew of lunatics   My blood too thick and thin   Will stain your thickest skin   This is another confession to one of my wickest sins   A graveyard check behind you loony   We comming   No time to stall them   My best bet is to keep you running   Your time is right for a grave digging   So lets get busy   My mind keeps screaming to run   Yeah and it makes me dizzy   Split my head in half   Come and examine my brain   See what my problem is    Tell me what keeps driving me insane   I wrote for Searching For Soul   And it's a fucking trip   To see me grab my throat   Slit and watch all the blood drip   My evil spittin comes to though 'cause im the chosen   I keep them frozen   Listen 'cause I dug some rows and   House of Krazees homies in the backstreets   I tell no lie   Just check up on da backstreets   You lost your breath   And Slowly you stop breathing   You start screaming as I unless my demon   In the lyrical jam sin of a madman   Im so fucking scary I huagh American Band Stand   This is a man of dirt rubber and greed   I got what you need   My shit is more potent then weed   My ribs will bleed    As I slowly bring you to your knees   No need to stand   Return of the madman